Finding JOY in the mundane


Challenge accepted!

For me, this applies to early motherhood and the current routine of bottles, nappies and pram hassle etc.

Perhaps for you it’s your job. Maybe your kids are older and it’s the routine you currently have being a parent at this stage. Perhaps it’s the cleaning, driving.  The tasks you have to do every day that’s now become what you could say, (dare you say) the mundane; boring, unexciting, everyday.

Even if I’m the only one, I’m raising my hand way up high. Before you secretly wonder how I could ever associate being a Mum with the word mundane, let me reassure you that I absolutely love our daughter more than words can explain. And just to clarify, I’m not in any way saying that being a Mum or indeed parenting is mundane. I am simply identifying that within those roles, there are tasks that come with being a parent, where sometimes, some days, I am definitely finding certain things mundane. I’m just being honest. Not everything of course, I’m talking about the same things that I have to do, everyday.

I recently had one of those days.

I took a deep sigh and rolled my eyes to the back of my head when I glanced over at the growing stack of bottles that needed cleaning and sterlising. Not only did I have a pile of bottles to clean, but Ava also needed changing and a bottle making. I knew my day ahead consisted of repeatedly doing the same thing over and over again. And as I rolled my eyes, dragging myself over to the sink, feeling overwhelmed as my days before had consisted of pretty much the same- I had a revelation.

Soon all this routine will change. The things Ava needs from me now, will soon begin to deplete one by one in exchange for something else. Time is escaping from my grasp and she’s growing up rapidly before my very eyes.

In that moment, I made a conscious decision. To choose (because we don’t always FEEL like it) to find JOY in the mundane. To find joy in what we could choose to see as unexciting tasks- mundane, and instead CHOOSE to find JOY in those moments.

Call me crazy, but I actually smile and sometimes laugh while doing these things now. I smile because I know they wont last forever. I know I need to do them, and that the way I’m feeling in that moment, is exactly that- momentary. Those feelings will soon pass, and so for now, I’m challenging myself and you, to find and choose joy in the mundane. In whatever format that looks for you.

Here’s an insight into the way I choose to look at things now, when I’m having a mundane moment.


Nappy change

Can I guess how wet it’s going to be? -Soaking wet? Woops! You clocked that bulging nappy 5 minutes ago and have resisted the temptation to change it, leaving it on that little bit longer because you just can’t face another nappy?! C’mon guys- be honest!

Pretty dry?! Yes! Best parent award!

Is it a poo? (or CODE BROWN as we like to call it.) Can you change without getting it on baby’s legs and clothes, better still, can you change it singlehandedly? Bonus points! (because as soon as you release those legs, code brown goes everywhere!)

How neat have I managed to fasten the nappy today?


Determined to scrub those bottles till they are crystal clear!

Have I rotated the newly sterilised bottles with the old ones? (we have them all lined up in our house!)

How fast can you get bottles in the steriliser – wait for it, while making another bottle?! Fast becoming the queen of multitasking!


How quickly can I bring up a burp…and how responsive am I to dodging a ‘projectile’ before my clothes (and baby’s) are drenched in milk?!

Basic hygiene

Can I make it out of the house remembering to clean my teeth?

Have I managed to shower, and wash my hair today- even if it is the quickest shower I’ve ever had?

Car journeys

How quickly can I get the pram and car seat in and out – all the while making it look effortless?!

Can I manage to get it out without knocking my knee, bruising my arm and scuffing up my boot?! (I own a three door car so this is a challenge!)

How quickly can I get ready in a morning? And actually get out?

How quickly can I get Ava off to sleep when she’s due a snooze? Testing my rocking and nursing skills!

…the list goes on.

I’ve come to the point where I choose to see everything that I once viewed as mundane, as fun and enjoyable, and when accomplished, an achievement! I choose JOY.

Do you see a pattern here though? Every day (in my life- choose your own) consists of those daily tasks. Tasks that could be considered mundane at times. Your tasks will differ to mine, maybe yours have nothing to do with parenting as I mentioned earlier.

Irrespective of what your daily routine and tasks are though, a visible pattern appears. How quickly can we get them done?

In a world where everything is instant, it’s all too easy to fall into a pattern of wanting everything to happen at speed. For things to be done as quickly as possible. The saddening reality of this though, is that we miss so many key moments and opportunities. Have you ever stopped and thought- where has that morning gone? Where has that day gone?

What about, where has that year gone? Thought provoking isn’t it?

My revelation has taught me a valuable lesson and one that I’m grateful has come so early on into being a Mum. I don’t ever want to stand and say, where has that year gone, and actually struggle to remember where it’s gone. Yes, I’m aware time does pass far too quickly. Years seem like minutes in a lifetime. But I’m challenged to change my outlook and attitude towards daily tasks and most importantly, those relating to my family.

There have been days (I’m ashamed to say) where I’ve wanted to hurry one of Avas nap times along so I can tidy, clean, wash, write, read- just get something done. Even, just have ME time.

Each time I feel this way now, I make a conscious effort to remind myself of how quickly Ava is changing and growing. I don’t want to rush anything along. I don’t want to take these moments for granted.

Rushing through the mundane tasks have robbed me of seeing the joy in being a Mum so early on. And in doing so, I’ve lost time with my daughter and the enjoyment of this all important role- being a parent.

So instead, I choose to enjoy and savor these moments. Smiling through them and seeing each one as a privilege in being a Mum. I choose JOY when the negative thoughts of mundane creep in.

I choose joy because, there will soon be a time where she will fall asleep on her own, no longer needing my rocking and nursing services before bed time. There will soon be a time where she can hold the bottle, even feed herself, no longer needing me to rock her on my knee or lovingly gaze into her eyes as I hold the bottle. There will be a time where she doesn’t need me to help her go to the toilet, get in and out of the car and doesn’t need the pram anymore. Instead, she will be independent, wanting to do things for herself. There will be a time where I will have more time than I know what to do with; to shower, do my hair and things for me (I know ‘me time’ is important- another blog for another time)

Granted there will be days I’m exhausted beyond belief and feel like throwing the bottles not scrubbing. There will be days I feel like cutting corners- doing a whip round wash of the bottles before sterilizing- only to find bubbles at the bottom of every bottle. Worse when your husband finds them and realizes what you’ve done- busted! And there will be days like that for you and your daily tasks.

But see the joy- choose joy! Don’t try to rush through them so quickly that you miss the joy in those moments.

So yes, I accept my own challenge- instead of feeling like my current daily routine is a chore (and acting that way) I choose, to find JOY in the mundane.

What about you?




Indescribable love


I enjoy writing. I love words. I love telling a story and writing about my experiences. Yet when my fingers hit the keys of my laptop, words fail me. How can I describe the love I have for my daughter when I can’t even comprehend it myself? Here’s my attempt.

From the moment she was born I couldn’t believe she was mine. MY daughter. A combination of her Dad and I. A beautiful creation and a precious gift of hope we had longed for since our miscarriage. A miracle and a clear demonstration of Gods grace to us.

The moment I laid eyes on our daughter, I gasped a breath of air, disbelief that she was here and an overwhelming sense of love I had never experienced before.

My labour and birth was traumatic, but when it was all over and I could finally hold my baby, I remember just gazing into her eyes, stroking her face and wondering how I could love this baby anymore than I already did. It wasn’t the love I was expecting though, it seemed small at first and I didn’t quite feel that connection straight away. I knew she was mine, I knew I was her Mum but I still needed the love to develop.

We then brought her home and my love continued to grow. This love that began small was snowballing by the day. Gazing into her beautiful big blue eyes, observing every intricate detail of her face; her nose so perfectly formed, each eyelash strategically placed, her skin so delightfully soft and smooth, her already tight grasp of my finger from her tiny hands- I just loved her so much. I held this small bundle of joy in my arms, she lay close to my chest and was comforted by my heartbeat- how could I love this baby anymore? How could I describe how much I loved her?

Each day she grows even more beautiful and even more like her Dad (I think). Already I feel her slipping from my arms as she grows and changes. I can now empathise with how Mums must feel when their children ‘flee the nest’ as it were; when they have their first day at nursery, school and university, when they move out of the family home, when they bring home their first boyfriend- even just typing this I’m welling up!

Part of me wants to stop time and hold onto her just as she is, yet the other part looks forward in excitement about the morning she realises I’m her Mum and smiles at me with a look of love- not wind! The day she shyly hides behind and curls around my legs when she feels shy and uncomfortable. The day she calls us Mummy and Daddy and we have a conversation. The day she takes her first steps and realises she can use her legs to move around and explore…and the many more milestone memories to come. I constantly go between wanting her to stay my little baby and being excited about all the amazing things she’ll do in life.

I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone when they’re right in front of you. I hold her in my arms and still don’t feel like I get enough of her, I don’t feel like I’m taking it all in- the enormity and realisation that she’s actually in my arms, she’s here, our daughter is just too complex and real to comprehend. I want to bottle every moment and treasure every memory.

It’s funny how even in the middle of the night when I’m literally dragging one arm behind the other, stubbing my toe on the corner of the bed, stumbling around in the dark and thinking ‘I really just want to go back to bed’ how when I look into Ava’s basket and see her eyes meet mine with a cheeky grin- everything I felt before melts away and I am graced with a new lease of energy and enthusiasm! Love seems to conquer tiredness, a bad attitude and anything else that comes to steal my joy – this indescribable love I have for Ava displaces all that. She becomes my world, my focus, my priority and everything else just fades away into insignificance.

My own Mothers words ring so loud in my ears now, ‘when you become a Mum Cheryl, you’ll understand!’ I used to roll my eyes when I heard that phrase, but it’s like anything- unless you’ve experienced something it’s very difficult to understand.

It’s as I type out these words in an effort to describe my seemingly indescribable love for our daughter, how the words I write don’t bear any resemblance or description of my love for her, that I imagine just how much God must love you and I. If He can bless us with a child where we can’t even comprehend this ‘love’ I’m talking about, then how much must God, who created you and I, love us? It blows my mind. Being a mother has reaffirmed in so many ways, how much God loves me. How His love is even more unconditional than the love I pour out on Ava. How unfailing and steadfast His love is for me. How His love doesn’t begin small- He already loves us more than we can imagine. On occasions in the future when mine will waver and fail, His never fails, His love never changes.

Whatever you’re going through, however you’re feeling, I pray that reading this has reaffirmed for you, just as it has for me, how much our Heavenly Father loves you! When you feel unloved- know that HE loves you, when you feel alone- know that HE is with you, when you feel worthless and unwanted- know that HE has chosen YOU, when you feel afraid- know that HE brings light into the darkest of places. HE loves you – unconditional and eternal love.




Romans 5:8 (AMP)

But God clearly shows and proves His own love for us, by the fact that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.


1 John 4:16 (NLT)

We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in his love.

God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them.


John 3:16 (AMP)

“For God so [greatly] loved and dearly prized the world, that He [even] gave His [One and] [a]only begotten Son, so that whoever believes and trusts in Him [as Savior] shall not perish, but have eternal life.


1 John 3:1 (NLT)

See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are!

Give it up

We know when Ava Joy’s tired. She becomes restless; wont take any more bottle, wont sit still, will whimper when in her moses basket or baby gym- she just wont settle. We know then that rocking her…

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Give it up


We know when Ava Joy’s tired. She becomes restless; wont take any more bottle, wont sit still, will whimper when in her moses basket or baby gym- she just wont settle.

We know then that rocking her to sleep on our knees or over the shoulder with music playing will send her to sleep. But if you watch her doing this, she tries to fight it so much. Seldom will she drift off as soon as she feels tired. Even when she’s being rocked to sleep you can see her eyes heavily closing and then opening up again- “stop fighting it” we would say “you can rest, go to sleep.”


If only she knew that a good rest would enable her to wake up feeling more refreshed and ready for the next stage in her day. Rest helps her to grow and have more energy to get through the next feed and play- yet she isn’t mature enough yet and so unaware of the benefits to her resting.

I watched Ava as she so desperately tried to fight her tiredness and had a revelation that we, you and I, are just the same. How often do we try to fight the thing we need to do the most? It may not be sleep- although for some it might. I know for me, I often fight the need to rest, I’ve got so much to do, that when I do have time, I want to be out, writing or on my bike- not wasting the day resting. That’s how I so often view my opportunity to rest. Carl can’t understand it, often saying, “if you’re tired and you need to rest, do it. I’ll look after Ava. I can’t understand why you want to be ‘doing’ when you need to be resting. You’ll only get cranky later!

Perhaps you’re fighting the ability to forgive yourself and accept Gods forgiveness? Maybe you’re beating yourself up about something you did in your past? Maybe you’re putting off looking at bills or you’re seemingly low bank balance? Perhaps you’re fighting what God is asking you to do- has he given you a specific calling? Maybe he’s asking you to do something- or he’s just asked you to have the courage to go up to someone- a total stranger perhaps, and you’re fighting his instructions? Perhaps there’s something in your past that you don’t want to confront? It’s become a prison at the back of your mind that you’re constantly trying to break out of- you cover it up well and even convince yourself it’s not affected you. I encourage you guys, give it up, Stop fighting.

Perhaps you want to know God- but you’re fighting him at the same time? You’re asking so many questions, looking into every intricate detail evidencing his existence and this belief we call Christianity- you’re fighting his very simple love and find that actually the answers are very simple- yet you can’t accept it, your fighting it? I’m all for lots of questions, but if we’re always questioning, where’s room for believing?

Psalm 37: 5-6

Open up before God, keep nothing back; he’ll do whatever needs to be done: He’ll validate your life in the clear light of day and stamp you with approval at high noon.

Whatever it is your fighting, give it up! Fighting in the general term is not something advocated.

To fight, is to: take part in a violent struggle involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons. Struggle to overcome, eliminate, or prevent.


It’s a struggle, causing you pain, hurt, unrest, anger, frustration and ironically causes you to become weak in the end. Exactly the opposite to someone you would describe and perceive as a fighter- strong and courageous it would appear at first.

Take rest in Him, take refuge in Him. When you finally give it up, when you finally stop fighting, you can know freedom like you’ve never known it before. You can walk in his love, holding nothing back. You can experience a peace like never before and a sense of comfort and release in knowing that God is taking the wheel now- no longer do you have to keep steering your own way; fighting against everything. You can walk in his will, knowing he’s got your back. He’s everywhere with you- even though in reality it seems you are alone. I know, because he’s done it for me, and I totally believe he can for you.

When we fight, we can become afraid, fearful of what’s going to happen next. God tells us we don’t have to be.

“Don’t be afraid, because the Lord your God will be with you everywhere you go” Joshua 1:9

He’s already won the fight, so why are you trying to win your own battle? Give it up. Stop fighting.

To ‘give’ means to; freely transfer the possession of (something) to (someone).

It says in Acts 20:35 that Jesus said; “It is more blessed to give than to receive. Don’t you find that when you give you feel so free? You feel so blessed to be giving away something- be it your time, finances, gifts, your presence, your wisdom. But what about when you give up your pain, your struggle, your worries, your past? Whatever it is you need to give to God; when you give- you are blessed. Giving brings freedom and and I believe grows your heart. Giving releases, giving frees- Give it up!

As I’m writing this- ‘fortress’ began playing on my phone. God just dropped this into my heart- because He’s God and that’s what he does sometimes.

Fortress (lyrics): Life Church, Wide open space


You are my fortress

No fear can hold us

Safe in your presence

You are my fortress

Stop letting this thing you’re fighting be your fortress, one that’s preventing you from breaking free. This thing you’re fighting has become your stronghold. You need to break free. Seek shelter in His fortress, His castle with walls of protection and doors that welcome you in –rather than trying to keep you out. He will keep you safe, He’ll shield you, no fear will hold you down. He is your fortress- not this thing your fighting. Seeking shelter in Him doesn’t make you weak, in the end you will be stronger and able to face weapons, through finding comfort in Gods strength and wearing your armour.

Ephesians 6:10-18

A final word: Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on all of God’s armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil…

Therefore, put on every piece of God’s armor so you will be able to resist the enemy in the time of evil. Then after the battle you will still be standing firm. Stand your ground, putting on the belt of truth and the body armor of God’s righteousness. For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News so that you will be fully prepared. In addition to all of these, hold up the shield of faith to stop the fiery arrows of the devil.[c] Put on salvation as your helmet, and take the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

So dear brothers and sisters, what is it you’re fighting?

I encourage you with a loving embrace, to give it up. Stop fighting. Take refuge in Him, give it all over- keeping nothing back. You are never too broken. You will never have made too many mistakes that it’s too late. He loves you. Just come to Him, tell him what it is and give him your sorry. He’ll welcome you in with open arms.

“The sacrifice God wants is a broken spirit. God, you will not reject a heart that is broken and sorry for sin” Psalm 51:17

Psalm 91 (NLT)


Those who live in the shelter of the Most High

will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.


This I declare about the Lord:

He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;

he is my God, and I trust him.


For he will rescue you from every trap

and protect you from deadly disease.


He will cover you with his feathers.

He will shelter you with his wings.

His faithful promises are your armor and protection…

 14-16 (MSG)

“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,

“I’ll get you out of any trouble.

I’ll give you the best of care

if you’ll only get to know and trust me.

Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;

I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party.

I’ll give you a long life,

give you a long drink of salvation!”


I didn’t expect her to be so BIG

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I remember the moment she arrived- 8lbs 7 she was! I’ll spare you the details of my labour, but lets just say this- I defiantly found her difficult to push out! I recall the midwife trying to console me as I adamantly said afterwards that I would never have another baby due to the birth, ‘she wouldn’t have been so hard to push out had she not been so big.’

Irrespective of her birth weight though, from the moment we found out we were pregnant, she’s just been a total blessing that keeps on blessing. When she arrived we didn’t anticipate or expect the big impact she’d have on our life.

I’m not talking about the needs baby’s have and how that can be quite a lot to get used to in the beginning; the sleepless nights, constant changing and feeding, adjustment to your social life etc. All of those, and more- we expected and were prepared for.

But holding her, being in her presence, seeing this face we’d longed to see- we didn’t expect that impact to be so big. Our hearts stretched to a new level; bursting with love, joy and happiness. Our attitudes shifted from self to totally tuning into her needs and putting ours last. Our prayers of thanksgiving grew to a new level; gratitude and answered prayer for this beautiful baby girl we now held in our arms.

Her arrival has drawn family and friends closer together; uniting and building broken relationships. Being in her sheer presence, having a little cuddle and seeing her smile warms the hardest heart; dries a tear, helps heal the broken heart, comforts the anxious, lights and lifts the weary, brings purpose to the lost. She exudes this happy and contented demeanor, healing and restoring without even realising it.

She’s a huge blessing that just keeps on blessing those around her. Her impact and the knock on effect of blessings didn’t just stop once she arrived. They still keep on coming as she’s flourishing. Carl and I see how big of an impact she has on our lives and those around her daily, we constantly pray for protection, confidence, courage and a heart for people over her life- thanking God for this little person He’s blessed us with.

As I gaze into the eyes of our precious girl, this little person who is the biggest blessing to us- I’m reminded of how God blesses you and I.

Why do we live with a limit on our expectation for the ways in which God can bless us? How often are we so surprised when we’re blessed beyond our wildest dreams-we just didn’t expect them to be so big! We seem to place limits on a limitless God- and I am so guilty of this. We convince ourselves, explaining away the reasons why we don’t deserve that big blessing, why logistically it’s not even possible and in doing so, pray empty prayers. Prayers that are limited in their vision; prayers that limit and almost put a cap on our faith to actually believe God can answer them- and bless us with an even bigger answer than we could imagine. Anyone else do that, or just me? I wonder if we would dare to dream big dreams and actually ask for them, if we lived with an expectation that God can pour out big blessings- just a thought.

Ephesians 3:20-21 (MSG)

God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.

Well, I can stand here today and say that I have had my socks blessed off by God!  Many times over at that. Don’t hear me wrong- I’ve been in seasons of drought; where I’ve felt like God hasn’t heard me; where I’ve not received the blessing I wanted, where I’ve convinced myself I’m not deserving of His love or blessings and so I don’t even dare to ask for a miracle or for a dream to come to fruition.

But the blessings I have received have been far beyond my expectations; the healing of my marriage, my husband becoming a Christian, trustworthy friends, being healed of an eating disorder, the healing of my heart and strength to go on after losing a baby, and now- the beautiful blessing of our daughter Ava Joy.

I encourage you today; don’t be surprised by the BIG blessings God has for you!

Don’t put a limit on what God can do for you. His love is without limits, so why would he limit the blessings he wants to pour out on you. He knows the right time, what you need and simply because He’s the good father that He is- you’ll find He’ll bless you even further- treating you to that nice little something extra when you least expect it.

So keep praising, keep praying- no matter what season your in. Pray big prayers, lifting that cap you’ve placed over your vision, your dream, your need right now. Pray beyond your own expectations and the limits you place on yourself- believing that He can deliver BIG! I believe that what might seem impossible to you is possible to Him. Because He is greater, His love for you is greater than your capacity to love yourself or others, and He is able!

Jeremiah 32:27, “I am the LORD, the God of all the peoples of the world. Is anything too hard for me?” (NLT)


Rick Warren.

‘Never let an impossible situation intimidate you. Let it motivate you to pray more, believe more, trust more, experience more, learn more, and grow more. Faith always works in the realm of the impossible.’



He hears your cries


On a trip to Llandudno when Ava was just 4 weeks old, we found a car parking space just outside the town along the coast. We’d parked here before and never thought anything of it.

As we set off walking with Ava, about half way into the walk we soon realised we’d parked further away than we thought, and as soon as we realised that, Ava started crying. At this age, when she cries for a feed, it’s a full on ‘I need my bottle NOW’ cry. There’s very little leeway between hungry and full on crying! We knew she was due a feed but had hoped to reach a shop or café by now to change and feed her. Sure enough, we finally reached the shops and went straight into the first one we could find.

So I changed her and then went to meet Carl in the café. I took one look at his face and saw that look- ‘I’ve left the bottles in the car’ he said. Now we’re parents we’ve begun to recognise certain looks and are getting pretty good at interpreting what they mean. It’s funny how the looks have shifted from a cheeky loving and romantic smile to a ‘she’s done a poo’ smile, or, I forgot the bottles’ look in this case.

With Ava now becoming restless as she does before a feed (the only time I might add) we raced back to the car. Carl raced ahead of me as he can walk much faster at the moment- I’ll get my pace back pretty soon! Plus, he’s 6”3 for goodness sake and has extremely long legs! Of course he can cover more mileage than me!

So as I lagged behind, I could hear Ava’s cries ever so clear, becoming more and more desperate and rather loud. Another thing we’ve noticed is how in tune we are, able to differentiate between cries. There’s the; ‘that’s not even a cry’, cry, the ‘bottom lip tremble’ cry, the ‘back of the throat cry’ which then escalates into the ‘dreaded bright red faced, rattling, heart wrenching’ cry that goes through both Carl and I. This girl has some lungs! Sometimes she looks like she’s about to explode. These cries are few and far between by the way- we don’t intentionally let our daughter get to this stage- just to clear that up!

One thing was certain though, Carl heard her cries. He did everything and anything to get back to the car to meet her need. He practically wept with her. He felt awful for leaving the bottles in the car. His heart ached for her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him walk so fast.

He would’ve parked closer to the town and paid the price that needed to be paid in parking if he could’ve, just to meet her need and save her from the crying.

Although the car was quite far away- the bottle was still coming. Carl tried to calm and soothe Ava, reassuring her that the bottle was on its way.  He loved on Ava the whole time as he raced back to the car so she knew he was still there even though the bottle seemed like it was never coming. He repeatedly said ‘I hear you, it’s coming, I hear you, I know what you need.’

The waiting was hard but the need was going to be met.

It’s as I watched Carl; this loving, devoted father He’s become and how he would do anything for his daughter, that I was gently reminded of our Father God.

I totally believe that He hears your cries.  It may seem like it’s taking forever for Him to respond- trust me, I’ve felt that way on many occasion. You feel like he doesn’t hear you- and it doesn’t even have to be where you’re weeping (although for me, I am definitely a weeper!) however it is that you express your emotions; your cries as it were- let me encourage you that He does hear you.

Like with Carl and Ava; the breakthrough, the solution, the healing, the blessing, the answer to prayer, the restoration, the miracle- it’s on it’s way. It may seem like you’re waiting forever, it may feel like He hasn’t heard you- but He has and it’s on it’s way. I totally believe that. It may not always be the answer you want- don’t hear me wrong; we don’t always get what we want. Being a good father is knowing what’s good and what’s harmful for your children, not giving in even when they plead with you for it-  but it will be an answer you’ll be thankful for and will some day look back on, grateful it wasn’t the answer you wanted. Or you’ll see how through your cries, through the trials you’ve faced- how you’ve been used; perhaps you can now help others?

Like Carl and Ava, I believe God comforts us in the midst of our cries. He rocks us in His arms, reassuring us that He’s there; encouraging us to hold on to Him, to wait patiently, to trust that He knows what our need is, and the best way to meet that need.

Just as Carl would’ve paid any price right there to have been closer to the car, Jesus paid the price for us. He paid it so that you could have this relationship with God; a relationship where you can come to Him at your most vulnerable state and cry your heart out if you need to. A relationship where you can tell him your darkest secrets from the depths of your heart, your insecurities, your needs and He will hear. He’ll comfort you in the waiting, giving you the strength to hold on, giving you a hope for the future.

Psalm 18:6 The Message (MSG)


A hostile world! I call to God, I cry to God to help me. From his palace he hears my call; my cry brings me right into his presence—a private audience!



Psalm 34:15New Century Version (NCV)


The Lord sees the good people and listens to their prayers.


Psalm 3:4 The Message (MSG)


But you, God, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high; With all my might I shout up to God, His answers thunder from the holy mountain.


Deuteronomy 28:2

You will experience all these blessings if you obey the LORD your God:


Matthew 21:22

“And all things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.”


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